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  • 13-10-1969
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    Maxwell's Silver Hammer
    Composer(s): John Lennon / Paul McCartney)
    Originally performed by: The Beatles
    Covered by various other artists



    Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
    science in her home
    late nights all alone with a test tube oh oh oh oh
    Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine
    calls her on the phone
    can I take you out to the pictures Joan
    but as she's getting ready to go
    a knock comes on her door

    chorus

    Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head
    bang bang maxwells silver hammer made sure that she was dead

    Back at school again, Maxwell plays the fool again
    teacher gets annoyed
    wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene
    she tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
    so he waits behind
    writing 50 times I must not be so oh oh oh
    but when she turns her back on the boy
    he creeps up from behind

    chorus

    PC 31, said we caught a dirty one
    Maxwell stands alone
    painting testimonial pictures oh oh oh oh
    Rose and Valerie, sreaming from the gallery
    say he must go free {Maxwell must go free}
    the judge does not agree and he tells them so oh oh oh
    but as the words are leaving his lips
    a noise comes from behind

    chorus {with he, substituted for her}



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    Tags:The Beatles

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Shep
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    Old Shep
    Composer(s): Red Foley; Willis Arthur
    Performer(s): Red Foley;
    and various other artists



    When I was a lad and Old Shep was a pup
    O'er hills and meadows we'd stray
    Just a boy and his dog, we were both full of fun
    We grew up together that way

    I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole
    When I would've drowned beyond doubt
    Shep was right there, to the rescue he came
    He jumped in and helped pulled me out

    So the years fed along and at last he grew old
    His eyesight was fast growin' dim
    Then one day the doctor looked at me and said
    "I can't do no more for him, Jim"

    With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun
    I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
    I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
    And I wished that they'd shoot me instead

    I went to his side and I sat on the ground
    He laid his head on my knee
    I stroked the best pal that a man ever found
    I cried so I scarcely could see

    Old Sheppie he knew he was going to go
    For he reached out and licked at my hand
    He looked up at me, just as much as to say
    "We're parting, but you understand"

    Now Old Shep is gone where the good doggies go
    And no more with Old Shep will I roam
    But if dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know
    Old Shep has a wonderful home




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    12-10-1969
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    Maxine
    Composer(s): Donald Fagen
    Performer(s): Donald Fagen;
    Mark Murphy; Anthony Wilson



    Some say that you're reckless
    They say we're much too young
    Tell us to stop before we've begun
    We've got to hold out till graduation
    Try to hang on Maxine

    While the world is sleeping
    We meet at Lincolon Mall
    Talk about life the meaning of it all
    Try to make sense of the suburban sprawl
    Try to hang on Maxine

    Mexico City is like another world
    Nice this year they say
    You'll my senorita
    In jeans and pearls
    But first let's get off this high way
    (off this high way)

    We'll move back to Manhattan
    And fill the place with friends
    Drive to the coast and drive right back again
    One day we'll wake up make love but till then
    Try to hang on Maxine



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Rivers
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    Old Rivers
    Composer(s): Cliff Crofford
    Performer(s): Walter Brennan; David Briggs;
    Jimmy Dean; Dave Dudley; Marvin Rainwater



    How old was I when I first seen old Rivers?
    I can't remember when he weren't around
    Well, that old fellow did a heap of work
    Spent his whole life walking plowed ground

    He had a one-room shack not far from us
    And well, we was about as poor as him
    He had one old mule he called Midnight
    And I'd trailed along after them

    He used to plow them rows straight and deep
    And I'd come along near behind
    A-bustin' up clods with my own bare feet
    Old Rivers was a friend of mine

    That sun'd get high and that mule would work
    Till old Rivers'd say, ''Whoa!''
    He'd wipe his brow, lean back on the reins
    And talk about a place he was gonna go

    Chorus:
    He'd say, one of these days
    I'm gonna climb that mountain
    Walk up there amoung the clouds
    Where the cotton's high
    And the corn's a-growin'
    And there ain't no fields to plow

    --- Instrumental ---

    I got a letter today from the folks back home and
    They're all fine and crops is dry
    Down at the end my mama said, ''Son
    You know old Rivers died''

    Just sittin' here now on this new-plowed earth
    Trying to find me a little shade
    With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
    That mule, old Rivers and me

    Chorus:
    Now, one of these days
    I'm gonna climb that mountain
    Walk up there amoung the clouds
    Where the cotton's high
    And the corn's a-growin'
    And there ain't no fields to plow

    With the sun beating down 'cross the field I see
    That mule, old Rivers and me...




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    11-10-1969
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    Maxim's
    Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
    and various other artists



    Ah! baiser la main d'une femme du monde
    Et m'écorcher les lèvres à ses diamants
    Et puis dans la Jaguar
    Brûler son léopard
    Avec une cigarette anglaise
    Et s'envoyer des dry au Gordon
    Et des Pimm's
    Number one
    Avant que de filer chez Maxim's
    Grand seigneur
    Dix sacs au chasseur

    Enfin
    Poser
    Ma pelle
    Et chauffer
    Ma gamelle



    Categorie:Franse Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Riders In The Grandstand
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    Old Riders In The Grandstand
    Performer(s): Slim Dusty



    I'm seated in the grandstand at a big-time rodeo
    With my walking stick beside me as I watch the scene below
    There are youngon's ridin' outlaws as I did when young and free
    And I wonder are there many old ex-riders here like me

    The horses they are ridin' couldn't buck to save their hide
    Oh I'd like to see these youngon's on the ones I used to ride
    I've used the likes of spinifex for a night horse on the run
    And brahma bulls like Wadgerra, we rode them just for fun

    The saddles they are using are designed to hold you in
    And the halter shanks are silky so as not to hurt your skin
    We rode in flattened ?Poleans? in the days of long ago
    And could have rolled a smoke aboard the likes of Curio

    The steers they use for doggin' are no bigger than a calf
    And the time they take to throw them make us old timers laugh
    We used to scrub big Mickey's twice the size in cattle yards
    Oh but that was many years ago way back when times were hard

    These youngon's dress so lairy in their fancy cowboy suits
    We used to ride in moleskins and a pair of Bluecha boots
    But all our glory's vanished, we're forgotten men, it seems
    Old riders in the grandstand alone with all our dreams




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    10-10-1969
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    Maximillian Mouse
    Composer(s): Rolf Harris
    Performer(s): Rolf Harris



    I am a mouse
    called Maximillian Mouse
    And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house
    I'm very well bred
    I'm pure Castillian mouse
    And I come from a long long long long long long line of
    Castillian mouses

    Ole!

    But it always has been perilous
    Crossing the arena to the supermarkets
    Where I buy my cheese..

    It's regularly perilous
    When I think of bull-fights
    There's a quaking in my knees

    I've always had
    A taste for colourful things
    And this day I was wearing my red cortocaportocontrezbutonizonalado
    e sulapa ancocobosiasacadelamanorajo et
    plato del toros dressing gown

    I must confess I've been in gullible rings
    For the bull, when he saw what I wore
    Came rushing at me

    Ol...
    (clear throat)
    Ole.

    But if you think that because I am small I am puny
    You are wrong
    I stood my ground
    I did not move
    I could not move

    The picador's horse was standing on my tail
    So swiftly I turned and I nipped him in the fetlocks
    He was most embarrassed
    But for the moment I was free

    I pirouette to safety and the bull thunders past me
    brrrah
    Then, I hear the trumpet call for the death
    I have resolved to dispatch Senor Toros with the classic pass of the dead one
    The crowd screamed "No, no!" but
    I plant my feet firmly, one (stamp), and two (stamp)

    (quietly)
    Three (stamp), four (stamp)

    Then, from ten yards away I called the bull to me
    Toros!
    He comes rushing towards me!

    (bang, crash)

    (Smugly)
    I tripped him...

    I am a mouse
    called Maximillian Mouse
    And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house

    I'm very well bred
    I'm pure Castillian mouse
    And I come from a long long long long long long line of
    Bull-fighting mouses

    Ole!



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Rattler
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    Old Rattler
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Grandpa Jones;
    and various other artists



    Old Rattler was a good old dog
    As blind as he could be
    Ev'ry night 'bout supper time
    I believe that dog could see

    Refrain:
    Here! Rattler!
    Here! Here!
    Here! Rattler! Here!
    Call old Rattler from the barn
    Here! Rattler! Here!

    Old Rattler tree'd the other night
    And I tho't he'd tree'd a 'coon
    When I come to find out
    He was barkin' at the moon

    Refrain:

    Well, grandma had a yeller hen
    We set her as you know
    We set her on three buzzard eggs
    And hatched out one old crow

    Refrain:

    Grandpa had a muley cow
    She was muley when she's born
    It took a jaybird forty year
    To fly from horn to horn

    Refrain:

    Now if I had a needle and thread
    As fine as I could sew
    I'd sew my sweetheart to my back
    And down the road I'd go

    Refrain:

    Old Rattler was a smart old dog
    Even tho' he was blind
    He wouldn't hurt one single thing
    Tho' he was very fine

    One night I saw a big fat 'coon
    Climb up in a tree
    I called old Rattler right away
    To get 'im down fer me

    But Rattler wouldn't do it
    Because he liked that 'coon
    I saw them walkin' paw in paw
    Later by the light of the moon

    Refrain:

    Now old Rattler's dead and gone
    Like all good dogs do
    You better not act a dog yourself
    Or you'll be goin' there too

    Refrain:




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    09-10-1969
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    Max Goolis
    Performer(s): The Limeliters



    Well, John Henry might have been a steel drivin' man but Max
    Goolis was a street sweepin'man.....

    Lord, Lord, Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man
    Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man, Lord, Lord
    Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man

    When Max Goolis was a little bitty babe
    The first words he did utter were
    "Listen, Mum & Dad, I plan to spend
    My whole life in the gutter, Lord, Lord
    My whole life in the gutter

    Well one day the boss came out on the job
    and he brought an automatic garbage truck around
    He said, "Alright, Max, turn in your white ducks, fella, you're through."
    Imagine it
    Goolis, foremost name in refuse, cast up on the heap, destitute
    He said, "Just a minute, sir, I deserve another chance
    I propose a race, me against the automatic garbage truck
    What do you say?"

    Well, the entrepreneur was of the imaginative sort
    always looking for some kind of incentive proposal, short of profit-sharing
    and he said, "Alright, Maxie, in view of your years of devoted service
    I'll tell you what I'm gonna do
    You take one side of the street and the automatic garbage truck will take the other
    To the victor, belong the spoils!"

    They started down the avenue
    The scene it really looked bad
    The automatic truck was sweeping up a storm
    And Max was shovelling like mad, Lord, Lord
    And Max was shovelling like mad

    Max poured on speed and then he said
    "I've only saved a coupla dimes
    I'm behind by thirteen orange peels
    And a copy of the New York Times, Lord, Lord
    A copy of the New York Times"

    West Coast edition
    Well eyewitnesses tell us that Max wasn't behind at all
    As a matter of fact, he was pulling ahead, slowly but surely
    in an epic of human labour when someone said suddenly
    "Hey, look, there's a parade a-comin'!"
    Sure enough it was the United States mounted cavalry

    I'm certain that no-one expects us to include the next verse, certainly not our Aunt David
    Suffice it to say that the wind blew, and quite a few objects were airborne
    Well, some say it broke poor Max's heart and he died
    And others say, "Not a bit of it: his spirit lives on
    in keeping things neat and clean right here in San Francisco
    because Max Goolis was a street sweepin' man....."

    Lord, Lord
    Max Goolis was a street sweepin'man

    He broke his poor heart and then he died
    But Max is really not gone
    On every single street where garbage lies
    His soul goes shovelling on, Lord, Lord
    His soul goes shovelling on, and on, and on
    His soul goes shovelling on



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen. Old Playmate
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    Old Playmate
    Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Matty Malneck
    Performer(s): Ted Lewis; Frances Day



    (Spoken)
    Well Bobby, I didn’t recognise you at first
    It’s a long time since we met, it must be years
    I must say you look cleaner than you did
    But then, you were only a kid
    You used to be so shy
    Do you remember when I fell off the swing and hurt my back
    you brought me your guinea pig, smelly little things weren’t they
    D’you remember you were too shy to come and see me because I was in bed
    Still, we had some good times together, oh we had some marvellous times
    I remember them so, well
    And I also remember that folks didn’t like you, you had funny ways

    (Sung)
    They used to wonder what I found to praise
    But you were part of my happiest days
    Old playmate

    (Spoken)
    Now let’s see, you were about eleven, yes I remember I was just nine

    (Sung)
    When I was hungry you just knew the signs
    If you had something, the best half was mine
    My playmate

    Still, on life’s highway, we seem to have drifted apart
    Though I wanted my way you’re still in my heart
    And now I’ve got a feeling you’re still watching me
    I’m only hoping I turn out to be
    A little bit like you’d like me to be
    My playmate

    I have kept a picture book of memories
    There I keep a photograph of you
    Just a ragged urchin that you used to be
    But the dearest pal I ever knew

    Folks didn’t like you, you had funny ways
    They used to wonder what I found to praise
    But you were part of my happiest days
    Old playmate.

    I’ve got a feeling you’re still watching me
    I’m only hoping I turned out to be
    A little bit like you’d like me to be

    (Spoken)
    Do you remember how I pushed you in the duck pond because you wanted to kiss me?
    You never tried again did you
    I thought kissing was silly, then
    But, oh, Bobby you mustn’t, everybody’s looking
    You can’t .....




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    08-10-1969
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    Max Bygraves
    Composer(s): Ian MacMillan
    Performer(s): Blue



    Look at you
    Look at everything you do
    Don't you ever lose that lucky glow
    Cloudy view
    Never interferes with you
    Don't you ever cry when you feel low

    I've been eating my heart out
    Since you've been gone
    Since you've been running 'round alone

    I've been eating my heart out
    Since you've been gone
    Since you've been running 'round alone

    I've been spinning my days out
    Just sitting at home
    I'm hanging around for your return

    Dream come true
    even 'though you never do
    Don't you ever lose that lucky glow



    Categorie:Eng. Songs

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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Pipeliner
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    Old Pipeliner (aka Pipeliner Blues)
    Composer(s): Ray King; Tommy Hill
    Performer(s): Rodney Crowell;
    Billy C. Farlow; Moon Mullican; Jimmy Ellis



    Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
    Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
    I got forty-nine women waitin' to draw my pay

    When you see me comin', better raise your window high
    When you see me comin', better raise those windows high
    And when you see me leavin', better hang your little head and cry

    Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
    Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
    I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay

    (Piano Solo)

    Ah, play them songs, boys....

    Just like a one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
    Just like a one-eyed cat sleeping in a seafood store
    You don't want me 'round, baby, I won't mess around with you no more

    Just let me be your little dog till your big dog comes
    Just let me be your little dog till your big dog comes
    And when the big dog gets here, watch your puppy dog run

    Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
    Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
    I got forty-nine women waiting to hear Albert play

    And he can play, yeah....

    (Guitar Solo)

    Yeah, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
    Yes, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
    I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay

    Well, I'm an old pipeliner, I lay my line all day
    Well, I'm an old pipeliner and lay my line all day
    I got forty-nine women waiting to draw my pay




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    07-10-1969
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    Maverick
    Composer(s): David Buttolph; Paul Francis Webster
    Originally performed by: Sons Of The Pioneers
    Covered by various other artists



    Who is the tall, dark stranger there?
    Maverick is the name
    Ridin’ the trail to who knows where
    Luck is his companion
    Gamblin’ is his game

    Smooth as the handle on a gun
    Maverick is the name
    Wild as the wind in Oregon
    Blowin’ up a canyon, easier to tame

    Riverboat, ring your bell
    Fare thee well, Annabel
    Luck is the lady that he loves the best
    Natchez to New Orleans
    Livin' on jacks and queens
    Maverick is a legend of the west

    Riverboat, ring your bell
    Fare thee well, Annabel
    Luck is the lady that he loves the best
    Natchez to New Orleans
    Livin' on jacks and queens
    Maverick is a legend of the west
    Maverick is a legend of the west



    Categorie:Eng. Songs
    Tags:Sons Of The Pioneers

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    Old Piano Plays The Blues
    Composer(s): Steve Allen; Don George
    Performer(s): Andy Williams;
    and various other artists



    The clock is striking, guess it must be two
    My baby left me for somebody new
    I’ve been here playing since she said we’re through
    An old piano plays the blues

    The clock is striking, guess it must be three
    My room is lonely as a room can be
    I’m improvising on a memory
    An old piano plays the blues

    Each evening since we met, we were a close duet
    From dusk until the moon would glow
    And though she’s gone I find she’s hangin’ round my mind
    I guess I’m not the kind to do a solo

    The clock is striking, Lord it can’t be four
    Perhaps I’d better lock the downstairs door
    The one I play for will be here no more
    An old piano plays the blues

    I guess I’d better lock the door
    She won’t be coming back no more
    An old piano plays the blues
    An old piano plays the blues




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    06-10-1969
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    Mauvaise Option
    Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
    Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



    Mauvaise option
    Tu n'as pas choisi la bonne solution
    T'es perdu t'es planté
    Mauvaise option
    Retour case départ nouvelle direction
    Tu peux tout recommencer
    T'as loupé la sortie
    De l'autoroute de ta vie
    Interdit d'stationner
    D's'arrêter sur le bas côté
    C'est un labyrinthe miné
    Mauvaise option
    Pas l'droit à l'erreur t'es plus en action
    Faut savoir se r'tirer
    Mauvaise option
    Va jouer dans la cour de récréation
    Laisse les grands s'amuser
    Cadre ou bien P.D.G.
    Personne ne sera épargné
    Les jeunes loups d'la finance
    Font pas dans la romance
    C'est pas des sœurs d'charité
    Si l'téléphone sonne
    Faut pas qu'tu t'étonnes
    C'est pas pour un jeu
    Un sondage pour la télé?
    Non
    C'est ta banque préférée
    Qui aim'rait te parler
    De tes chèques impayés
    Ta carte bleue refusée

    Mauvaise option
    Y a des jours comme ça où rien n'tourne rond
    Faut rester couché
    Mauvaise option
    Faudrait qu'il n'y ait plus que des patrons
    Surtout pas d'employés
    Il faut te réveiller
    C'était un rêve t'as cauch'mardé
    Prends ton petit déjeuner
    Et ouvre ton courrier
    Tiens! Une lettre recommandée
    Une convocation
    Ça n'sent jamais bon
    La grande direction souhaiterait te rencontrer
    Une augmentation? Ou ta démission?
    Tu t'demandes à quelle sauce tu seras mangé
    Mauvaise option
    Fais-toi beau asperge-toi de sent bon
    Tu dois bien présenter
    Mauvaise option
    Sois à l'heure tiens-toi droit fais impression
    Il t'faut dé-stresser
    Mauvaise option
    Va falloir trouver la bonne solution
    Sinon t'es planté
    Mauvaise option
    Retour case départ
    Mauvaise direction



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    Old Photographs
    Performer(s): Janis Ian



    Sometimes I feel like we've got

    nothing to say anymore
    We sit around
    and fade into the walls
    like old photographs

    I guess it happens
    as the days and years go by
    Something changes
    and you don't know why
    and you're afraid to ask

    Photographs
    I don't want to be
    just a fading memory
    torn in half by time
    All we have are pictures of us
    and the way loved used to be
    between you and me
    Old photographs

    We used to talk about
    mistakes our parents made
    We swore we'd never
    waste our lives that way
    How the tables turn

    Are we the same two people
    who fell in love
    Have we really changed so much
    or did we just grow up

    Chorus




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    05-10-1969
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    Matty Groves
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Fairport Convention
    and various other artists



    A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
    Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear
    And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about
    And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
    "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
    Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
    "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
    By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
    "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home
    He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home"

    And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
    He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set
    And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
    And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam

    Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
    When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet
    Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
    How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
    "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets
    But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
    "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can
    It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man"
    "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
    For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
    "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
    But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse
    And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
    I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can"

    So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore
    Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more
    And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee
    Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
    And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
    "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"

    Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
    He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
    "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in
    But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
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    Old Pal (Why Don't You Answer Me?)
    Composer(s): Sam M. Lewis;
    Joe Young; M.K. Jerome



    Old pal old gal
    You left me all alone
    Old pal old gal
    I'm just a rolling stone
    Shadows that come stealing
    Thru the weary night
    Always find me kneeling
    In the candle light

    Old pal, old gal
    The nights are long and drear
    Old pal old gal
    Each day seems like a year
    No one left to meet me
    After all I've toiled
    No one here to greet me
    It's an empty world

    The long night through I pray to you
    Old pal why don't you answer me?
    My arms embrace an empty space
    The arms that held you tenderly
    If you can hear my pray'r away up there
    Old pal why don't you answer me?




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    04-10-1969
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    Mattinata
    Composer(s): Ruggero Leoncavallo
    Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
    and various other artists



    L’aurora di bianco vestita
    Già l’uscio dischiude al gran sol
    Di già con le rosee sue dita
    Carezza de’ fiori lo stuol!
    Commosso da un fremito arcano
    Intorno il creato già par
    E tu non ti desti, ed invano
    Mi sto qui dolente a cantar

    Metti anche tu la veste bianca
    E schiudi l’uscio al tuo cantor!
    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor

    Ove non sei la luce manca
    Ove tu sei nasce l’amor



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    Klik hier om een link te hebben waarmee u dit artikel later terug kunt lezen.Old Paint
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    Old Paint
    (Traditional)
    Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt;
    and various other artists



    I ride an old paint
    I lead an old dam
    I'm going to Montana
    To throw a houlihan
    They feed in the coolies
    They water in the draw
    Their tails are all matted
    Their backs are all raw

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    The fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Old Bill Brown
    Had a daughter and a son
    One went to Denver
    And the other went wrong
    His wife she died in a poolroom fight
    And still he keeps singing from morning til night

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Well when I die
    Take my saddle from the wall
    Put it on my pony
    And lead him from his stall
    Tie my bones to his back
    Turn our faces to the west
    And we'll ride the prairie
    That we like the best

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go

    Ride around
    Ride around real slow
    Well the fiery and the snuffy are raring to go




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